You Are The Fire

This poem, written by my friend and fellow astrologer William Stickevers, really spoke to me[1].  I think it is very fitting to share this as Saturn enters Aries and meets Neptune as a reminder that we must take our own individual responsibility to find our own fire within before it is too late, and we become just the memory of the dust in the wind.

Dust and Dream

In a hundred years, you’ll be gone,
And so will I, and all we’ve drawn—
Our laughter, love, regrets, and pain,
All scattered in the wind like rain.

The voice that whispered “not today”
Will fade like footsteps washed away.
The fear that kept your wings from flight
Will vanish in the endless night.

Your name, your doubts, your guarded sighs,
Will drift unseen through vacant skies.

Excuses? Ghosts.
Hesitation? Ash.
All timelines burn, and then they crash.

Eight billion souls, and many more,
Will close their eyes—and be here no more.
So what, dear heart, is left to do
But live the life that calls to you?

That trembling dream inside your chest—
It’s real. It’s urgent. It’s you at your best.
Don’t trade its fire for fear’s embrace.
Stand up. Begin.
Start now. Make space.

There’s no one coming—no rescue plan.
You are the fire. You are the hand.
Take action like the hour is late—
Because it is.

So don’t you wait.
One day we’re dust. But not today.
So blaze your trail and make them say:
They lived. They dared. They didn’t bend.

Start now.
This moment is the end—
of fear, of waiting, of delay.
The time is yours. Now seize the day!

Let silence break beneath your stride,
Let dreams no longer run and hide.
The clock won’t pause, the stars won’t wait,
So meet your life. Step past the gate.

Your future isn’t found—it’s made,
By bold moves, not the plans you laid.
So speak your truth, unleash your fire,
Burn through the doubt, climb higher and higher.

No one remembers those who stall,
But all recall the ones who gave their all.
You’re not too late, you’re not too small—
You’re here. You’re breathing. That says it all.

So rise. Go all in. Break the mold.
This life is fleeting, fierce, and bold.
Make it count. Lead, don’t delay.
Start now—today is your someday.

So – ‘there’s no one coming – no rescue plan……..You are the fire …. Your future isn’t found – it’s made…. So speak your truth, unleash your fire, burn through the doubt, climb higher and higher…. You’re not too late, your’re not too small – you’re here.  You’re breathing…. Start now – today is your someday.’

What more could I possibly add to this emotive poem, written so eloquently by William Stickevers, apart from be informed so that you are the fire?  This follows on from my last blog – The Knowing – where I spoke about consciousness being part of the very fabric of the universe.   We must find ways of going back to our intuitive roots and re-educate ourselves that it is the universe that holds the knowledge and not the so-called elites, who are so greedy for money and power that they think nothing of sacrificing the masses, persuading them that they should act like veritable lemmings in assisting them to achieve their goals.   The Universe ‘knows’, you are the fire and the Universe knows that you are indeed the fire.

[1] https://www.facebook.com/william.stickevers